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September 27, 2009

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Chloe Saunders and her fellow supernatural teen friends flee and reach somewhere fairly safe. Then it turns out to not be so safe. So they flee again and reach somewhere that feels safe. Except that it isn't.

That sounds like the plot of most slasher movies I've had the misfortune of running into or that I read about.

I hope you don't get those dreams anymore. As for myself, I've seldom had anything this bad. They usually are variations of the old school dream, except that the setting is my job, and I'm unable to solve a problem. I did once have a neat SF dream, appropriately set in San Francisco, about what if the Sixties had not been followed by a takeover of Society by conservative forces. The one detail I remember is that the island of Yerba Buena, which is part of the Bay Bridge, was the site of the Temple of Good Grass. Yes, the origin of that one is easy to figure out as Yerba Buena means Good Grass.

I tend to dream spectacularly and can remember them briefly when I wake up, but I don't have as many nightmares as I did as a kid and don't have the running dream nearly as often. Though I did have it once back in the summer, where I was running through my mysteriously-expanded house, which grew an entire new wing full of secret stairways and interesting crannies plus a gigantic multi-room attic for me to run in. I was quite sorry when I woke up and realized my house wasn't nearly as exciting as I'd believed in dreamland.

I dunno, Susan. Your house has had the ceiling fall because of that plumbing problem. And you had a bat infestation in 2006.

("That's not the kind of excitement I meant, Serge.")

Susan... Do you ever have what I think are called lucid dreams? Mine tend to be of that nature, but that usually limits itself to my realizing this isn't real while still in the dream. That can be quite handy when the oneiric trip is unpleasant. That being said, it's my understanding that some people can then control the plot of their dream. I wish I could do that.

I can do that -- change the dream to something less scary, and I can wake myself up.

"Did you ever happen to think, Dr. Haber, that there might be other people who dream the way I do? That reality is being changed out from under us, replaced, renewed, all the time -- only we don't know it? Only the dreamer knows it, and those who know his dream. If that's true, I guess we're lucky not knowing it. This is confusing enough."

- from The Lathe of Heaven

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